CHAPTER 3 FURIOUS MOTHER

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"arjun!!"

"Huh? Who's calling me??"

He heard a voice while he was asleep.

"How long do you plan to sleep arjun??"

He tried to open his eyes. His vision was still blurry and he was still in a state of half asleep. As he tried to open his eyes, a figure of a lady with long black hair and milky white skin became visible.

However the figure was blurry and he couldn't see clearly. Rheum covering his eyes, he was having trouble opening his eyes.

Finally after a little bit of struggle, he opened his eyes. There infront of him, his mother was yelling at him for oversleeping.

Long black hair with brown pupils, milky white skin with a mole above her upper lips, dressed in a red t-shirt and lose trousers, she was yelling at him. Despite the vivid anger in her face, her angelic appearance charmed him.

"Angel!!"

He mumbled.

"Huh what angel? You pesky brat wake up, It's already time for school."

She yelled furiously.

'Still the same I see. You and your furious temper. But I missed that a lot.'

He thought while looking at her angry face.

"Now get up and freshen up."

She left towards the kitchen after waking him up.

Previously he hated her nagging but this time around he was happy to listen to her nagging once again.

Unable to endure her nagging, he had yelled her in his previous life. And after that incident, she never nagged him again.

Pulling aside the blanket, he hopped out of his bed. He raised his arms and began to stretch his body. As he stretched his body, few joints in his body made a popping sound.

After stretching his body, he started to fold his blanket and make his bed. He was mandatorily required to make his bed every morning or else he'd have to endure the wrath of his mother.

"Arjun!! Hurry up"

His mother yelled, calling out for him as soon as he finished making his bed.

"Coming Mom"

He replied back.

He then began to walk towards the kitchen.

"You shouldn't keep him awake till late night. It's all your fault that he's going to be late for school."

As he walked inside the kitchen, he found his mother yelling at his father.

His father was as docile as a lamb. He couldn't do anything. He simply sat at the dining table, flipping through his newspaper, listening to her nagging.

"Oh you're here. Come and have breakfast."

His father spoke while revealing a gentle smile.

Arjun returned back the smile. Words couldn't express how grateful he was to experience that moment with his family once again.

After losing his father in his previous life, his relationship with his mother soured overtime. While his mother kept nagging him to focus on his study, he kept rebelling against her decision.

Despite knowing that she only meant well for him, he couldn't see through her real feelings. He kept on thinking that even she didn't have any faith in him that he could make it to pro. He took her well wishes negatively and rebelled against her.

Only after witnessing her struggles, he realised the meaning behind her nagging. After he injured his legs in a car accident, she was the only one who provided for him. She was the only one who stayed beside his bed when he was bedridden in hospital.

And for his whole life he hated her because of his prideful attitude. To prove her wrong, to prove everyone wrong, he struggled miserably. Taking countless part-time jobs, training in the morning and training later in the night when he was all by himself. He barely slept for 3-4 hours.

"Did you brush your teeth arjun?"

She called out for him while he was spacing out.

"Uh- Huh! No I've not bru-"

Thwack!!

Before he could complete his sentence, his mother smacked him on his head.

"Owwww!! Why did you do tha-?"

Turning his head towards her, he complained. But he couldn't finish his sentence upon witnessing his mother's angry face. She was fuming.

After living alone for so many years, he forgot that he needed to brush his teeth before having breakfast. While living alone, he didn't have any proper eating schedule. Sometimes he'd eat breakfast at 12 and sometimes he'd be very busy that he'd forget to eat.

Forgetting to brush before having breakfast wasn't the only thing he had forgotten. He even forgot about the short temper of his mother. She would beat him even if he were a child whenever he made mistakes. Rules were absolute if he wanted to live in her home.

Looking at his mother's angry face, he quickly realised his mistake. He then hopped out of the chair and stormed towards the restroom.

"You better hurry up! If we get late for school, you're in for another beating."

She yelled furiously as he ran towards the bathroom.

It didn't take him long to brush his teeths. He barely avoided her beating. He then hurriedly stuffed the breakfast prepared by his mother.

It was already 7:30 AM by the time he had finished his breakfast and he was required to reach the school by 8 AM.

Despite his appearance being that of a 8 year old at the present, he was still a 27 year old grown up from inside.

Just when he was about to leave the house, his father stopped him.

"You didn't forget about the kids cricket tournament that's going to be held in the nehru ground later in the evening, did you?"

His father inquired.

The local cricket club had organised a tournament for the kids of the age 8 - 12 to promote cricket in their locality. Basically it was designed as a sort of entertainment event for the local spectators.

While upfront it was a charity event to promote cricket. But behind, the reason for organising the event was to advertise their cricket club to attract better investors and to increase their fanbase. Simply speaking, it was a marketing stunt.